In another world, Lu Mingfei is learning card making.

Lu Mingfei slumped in the back seat of the Rolls-Royce, controlling his breathing and trying to keep it as calm as possible.

Today is Sunday again, a time for another projection of the soul.

Lu Mingfei felt that he had a very fulfilling week. He had school classes during the day and an extra "interest class" in the evening. He even did his homework in this car.

If the red-robed monk hadn't driven so smoothly, Lu Mingfei felt his teacher would definitely have made him practice his handwriting.

On Saturday and Sunday, things finally changed: apart from a concert arranged by the red-robed acolyte, Lu Mingfei had complete control over his time—and without a doubt, he chose to use that time for games.

It wasn't StarCraft—now that he thought about the game, it felt like something from a past life—but Prototype.

But even the best games can't withstand excessive playing. Today, Lu Mingfei completed the game—including the main storyline, mini-games, and side quests—almost the entire day. Some parts even required him to use his "Spark" ability to react.

"Okay—I had a lot of fun." Lu Mingfei opened his eyes. "Go back and get a good night's sleep. I have school tomorrow."

In an instant, the world spun around, and the cold streetlights were quickly replaced by flickering candlelight.

—This light is not from a candle flame, but rather the glow emitted by a magic circle. The school deliberately made it in the shape of a candle so that people wouldn't stare at the glowing magic circle for too long.

Lu Mingfei lay down on the bed, closed his eyes, and breathed calmly. Suddenly, the magic in the surrounding air began to slowly swirl, and a figure in white robes gradually emerged from the sky.

"Have I forgotten something?" Lu Mingfei muttered to himself.

This problem had been bothering him on Tuesday and Wednesday. Even though his schedule was already quite full, he always felt like something was missing—but upon closer inspection, it seemed that nothing had been forgotten…

"Master—" Something hard yet soft pounced on him, pressing him entirely into the bed. Lu Mingfei instinctively held his breath, but the impact made him cough, yet he couldn't cough anything up, almost causing internal injuries.

—But the culprit was completely oblivious, and even hugged her tighter and tighter…

"It's no fun in there at all! I'm a living spirit, I should be a research talent placed in the back, or at the very least, a commander by your side. Why did you throw me out to do some kind of spy job?"

"Could you please let someone else do it next time?"

"You, you, you get up!" Lu Mingfei shoved her, shoving her off the bed. He sat up, still trembling with shock, and gasped for breath. "Why are you like this as soon as you get back?"

Why did I feel that Pot Spirit was a "cold and aloof" type of character when I first summoned her?

Lu Mingfei's lips twitched slightly as he straightened his own collar while also tidying up the clothes of the spirit pot, whose clothes were now quite wrinkled from all the commotion. He also read the reply and listened to the spirit pot's story:

She found herself in a cluster of tall buildings. It was nighttime, but the lights from the surrounding signs and streetlights illuminated the ground as if it were daytime.

The spirit of the pot wandered around and dealt with a bunch of lecherous men who wanted to take advantage of her (their "philosopher's stone" was stored in the reply). The spirit of the pot was now rich and began to look for information in taverns and teahouses.

But perhaps because the world is different, she didn't find the kind of teahouse with a storyteller sitting there that she was familiar with, nor did she see any taverns with large counters on the street and men in short clothes buying wine by the bowl.

"So, how should I begin my work?" The spirit of the pot pondered for a moment, then decided to take a risk and try to sell a few Philosopher's Stones to the powerful and wealthy. This would both accumulate funds and provide him with something...

However, this "seeking out the powerful and influential" is not something that can be done casually. The elderly cannot be sought out, as such people will stop at nothing to prolong their lives, and might even consider binding themselves to produce the Philosopher's Stone for them;

Those who are too powerful should also be avoided, even if they don't need to live long, because behind every young high-ranking official there is often an even higher-ranking official.

Even if they don't have a great need for the Philosopher's Stone, there will be people behind them who need it, which brings us back to the situation described above.

Combining these two factors, the spirit of the pot began searching the entire city, eventually finding an excellent buyer:

"His name is 'Matou Tsuruno,' which I thought was quite appropriate at the time." The pot spirit spread his hands. "He was the head of the famous Matou family in the area, and he was also in poor health. I used the Philosopher's Stone to heal him a little, so that he could clearly feel that his body was much better. In this way, he would be willing to buy a small piece of my Philosopher's Stone."

"However, what I didn't expect was that because of this special power, I..."

At this point, the spirit of the pot suddenly became alert. The complaining look on her face, almost like a small animal about to cry, vanished quickly, and her cherry-colored lips pressed into a thin line. Her gaze remained cold, but the gentle, watery ripples were gone—

He became a completely different person almost instantly!

dong dong dong.

There was a knock at the door, followed by Rong En's question:

"Lu Mingfei, Lu Mingfei, are you there? -- I've come to visit you!"

Lu Mingfei glanced at the door, then at the spirit in the pot. Clearly, this trip to the Mirror of Eternity had not been in vain; at the very least, this keen observation and vigilance alone were worth the price of admission.

Reaching out, Lu Mingfei took out the spirit's magic card, put her back into the card, straightened his clothes one last time, and opened the door:

"Rong En? What are you up to at this hour?" Lu Mingfei asked casually as he invited him in, "You're not planning to invite me for a night out, are you?"

"I don't want to go out at night, and I don't have that hobby. I just want to get a good night's sleep."

"No." Rong En shook his head, then his face lit up with excitement. He waited until Lu Mingfei closed the door before continuing, "You're back from the 'Hero's Dream,' right? Can you tell me more about what's in the Hero's Dream? I'm very curious!"

"This..." Lu Mingfei fell into deep thought. What's in the Hero's Dream? There are schools far more demanding than St. Marian's, endless homework, and extracurricular classes where you have to study diligently every night using sparks—Rong Enlai definitely didn't want to hear this...

What he probably wanted to hear was some divine weapon or powerful magic left behind by a previous hero, or perhaps a dream projection of knowledge imparted by an ancient hero—

Neither of those two are present. The only teachers imparting knowledge are ordinary people who have only attended teachers' colleges; they are simply more professional ordinary people...